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The Roches
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Jingle Bells
We three kings of Orient are; Bearing gifts we traverse afar, Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder star.
O star of wonder, star of light, Star with royal beauty bright, Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light.
Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again, King forever, ceasing never, Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I; Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Incense owns a Deity nigh; Prayer and praising, voices raising, Worshipping God on high.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom; Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
Glorious now behold Him arise; King and God and sacrifice; Alleluia, Alleluia, Sounds through the earth and skies.
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